The movie Top Gun turned 25 last week. If, like me, you saw it at a cinema when it was first released, you’re feeling a little bit *mature* right now.
Let me paint you a picture. I’m an impressionable (oh ok, not so impressionable as I’d done a year and a half at university so had successfully passed Drinking 101 and was currently topping the class in Partying 202). Regardless, I still have the image of Tom Cruise wearing only undies, a shirt and a pair of Ray-Bans in Risky Business running through my head. This is a long, long time before he jumped on Oprah’s couch.
It was the mid-’80s and Tom had that something. The something everyone – including, as it turned out, Nicole Kidman – wanted.
In Top Gun, you got that something combined in a package that included the hottest uniform and the most testosterone-filled job in the universe. Swoon. Suddenly I wanted a black leather jacket and a pair of Aviator Ray-Bans to replace the Wayfarers I bought after Risky Business.
Top Gun also initiated my obsession with Meg Ryan, particularly her hair. Never could work that short, shaggy look though. When she pulled the “Goose, you big stud, take me to bed or lose me forever” line, my girl crush was sealed.
And who could forget the beach volleyball scene? I haven’t.
After seeing the movie with a group of uni friends back in 1986, my then-boyfriend made like my bogan Datson 180B car was a fighter plane, testing out his need for speed on the heavily-speed-bumped university ring road. Thankfully, no crash and burn. But I did wish for an ejector seat.